A modest man never talks of himself.– a Saturday fortune (cookie)
at the bottom of the stairs all cocooned in farewell, when my sadness was unmistakably in excess of yours, my shoulders quivered and i promise i was tearful but you were too far away to notice. the critter-filled ceiling lights had a way of finding you in the dark so i asked you in the silence but you didn’t understand, so i asked again with my eyes and you knew the language and showed me the...
when push comes to shove and dreadful things be on their way, i make believe because it rarely disappoints. sometime last week was an afternoon of different sorts. it felt chillier than usual at M and looking left and right was as confusing as the flurry of people rushing by. the day was fast falling into the haul of routine when he passed swiftly through the foyer with the glass doors, balancing...
i spent a good part of today clutched in idleness, discovering in myself an unruly despair about a number of things on my mind at the moment. the remains of today i spent no better by dreaming about wild and vile things and fretting myself pale. in my bed i pull the covers up, shuffle my feet and listen to the permanent silence of night and i sense happiness in its infancy. i think for a while...
If I ever love, I will love only where hope appears.– a Friday night thought
I like boys who start the conversation.
at the table some time ago someone said to me that there is a peculiar delight, the kind that comes unexpectedly and eases all your pain, in losing love to find romance. the chair as i remember was hard against my back and i believe it was the hustle of nature that coerced me into replying with a solemn nod, the kind that appears truthful but in fact conceals the truth, for what was said couldn’t...